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Wednesday, November 30, 2011

I packed a little Santa hat to wear on the beach. I laugh out loud everytime I think about it.

I haven't regularly set an alarm since October 2006. The one day a year I set it is the night before we leave for Mexico. Since that's once a year I'm not very good at setting it. Set the time but forgot to actually turn it on. Doesn't matter. I was up two hours early anyway: 1:30am. I went to bed at 7:30 with the help of my new found friend Tylenol w/ codeine. My head was hurting and I was all stuffed up again/still.

I feel a lot better now and I'm ready to get on the road in the air!

All the planning. Three days of sub. plans. All the planning packing for the kids. Five days of clothes, roller skates, boosters, bathing suites, etc. On top of it all not feeling good.

My house is a mess. My poor grandma's disappointment in her granddaughter's housekeeping skills will yet again be upped even more.

But what matters most is letting it all go. It usually takes me a full day in Mexico to finally let it all go and relax. We're only going for five days and I want to enjoy every minute.

I was picking up Christian from daycare yesterday and I couldn't find his mittens. I assumed he left them as school and talked to him about making sure he brings all his things home. Last time I popped into his school he had two jackets hanging on random hooks.

We got home and I was emptying out backpacks and organizing many things when I saw a plastic bag in his backpack. Very unusual. It was his mittens.

"Hey buddy! Your mittens were in your backpack. They were just wet!"
"Oh yeah, they fell in the toilet."

1. Is he joking? He loves talking about toilets. His favorite letter right now is P, if you know what I mean.
2. HOW could mittens have gotten in the toilet ever, let alone preschool.
3. What the hell?!

"Are you serious, how in the world did that happen?"
"I had to potty really really bad and I was holding them in my mouth when I was going and then I tried to talk and they fell right in."

Monday, November 28, 2011

I've been sick now, for 11 days. Some times of the day I feel worse than others but overall, been quite sick for 11 days. With our fabulous trip just under 40 hours away I got nervous it's going to get worse. Plus, today when I cough I got a severe pain the back of my head. It also hurt when I bent over.

I finally made myself an appt. Minutes after the I hung up, my head was pounding I called back to find an Urgent Care. Waiting until tomorrow at 3 seemed ridiculous. We put the kids to bed and I headed to Urgent Care. They told me a 90 minute wait. That put me at 9pm. That's when they close. I can handle that. I could leave for a while, if I chose. I also had a good book.

Unfortunately the wait ended up being two hours and forty minutes. I finally got called, last one of the day. I was convinced I had a sinus infection or a brain tumor.

Nope, neither.

I apparently gave myself whiplash from coughing. (I did know I pulled a muscle over my rib several days ago.) There's a muscle the connects your back through your shoulder blade up the back of your head and connects to your eyebrow. I pulled that bad boy and pulled it good.

I'm on Tylenol with Codeine to relax the muscles and keep me from coughing and hopefully get me some good sleep. I'm supposed to take it with food. Since I don't feel good nothing seems good. I tried some turkey and cheese but what I really want is potato chips. My wonderful husband left at 11pm to get some sour cream and onion chips.